George Monbiot, plus some other libtard journalist I’d never even heard of before he mentioned me in his blog, has been having a go at Viscount Monckton.
They’ve been crowing because John Abraham a lecturer in fluid mechanics at a Minnesota Bible college has done an 83-minute Fisking of a speech Lord Monckton – or Chrissy Babes, as I prefer to call him – gave in his city last year. Apparently Monckton is totally wrong about everything and therefore, by association, this demolishes the entire case Evil Climate Change Deniers have against Anthropogenic Global Warming.
Yeah right. Monckton doesn’t need me to defend him. He does a characteristically masterly job here at Pajamas Media.
Do I believe he’s up there with Richard Lindzen and Fred Singer in his perfect grasp of every last scientific detail? No.
Is he given, occasionally, to overegging the pudding – such as when he ended his rousing Heartland conference keynote speech with a sob-choked rendition of the Gettysburg Address? Er, yes, if you’re English certainly, though I can quite see why an American audience might think differently.
Am I embarrassed to be on the same side as him in the war on ManBearPig? Hell no. Monckton has his flaws, as do we all, but by crikey the man has spirit. He’s quicker on his feet than any debater I’ve seen. He’s funny. He’s witty. He’s ferociously clever and a master of his brief. My goodness it was a privilege to have him on my side in that debate we won at the Oxford Union the other day.
Oh, and there’s one more key difference which I think we would do well to consider when judging Monckton as against the other side. Unlike the Warmists, Monckton is not proposing urinating $45 trillion of your money, my money and the world’s money up against the wall in a name of a problem that doesn’t actually exist.
All hail Monckton. I’m proud to call him an ally and a friend.